Locker 305 n.h. (closed)

Chapter 7

I unlock the front door to my house and plop down on the couch. I grab the diary out of my backpack and open up the faded pages. I look back at to the pages I wrote in 6th grade, I'm still surprised that I keep writing in this old thing. The old entries make my laugh; looking back to how young I was.

'Dear Diary, today I can't believe we were allowed to use PENS in class! PENS! yep! I wrote a whole paragraph in ink without messing up!'

And...

'Today was the worse day. Reece was wearing the new jeans that everyone was wearing from the mall. Mom won't let me buy them though... She would if I had enough money. SHE EXPECTS ME TO PAY FOR MY OWN STUFF WHEN I'M ONLY 12! Reece is so annoying... I met a boy today too... He sits by me in Science!'

I remember those days very clearly. The last entry was when I fist met Brent. The first conversation we had was when I asked to borrow a pencil. I still have it in my room!

I wonder what really makes me gush over Brent, is it his smile, his everything, his laugh? I really am not sure when I actually found myself crushing on him. It just happened one day, randomly.

Surprisingly, I'm not jumping like a kangaroo and throwing the pillows around since the fact that Brent asked me out, but I am more than happy he did.

I find myself doodling over the newer pages and then I begin to write:

Dear Diary,

Met a boy. Not like in 6th grade though. He's nice and pretty funny! Niall is his name. Niall. Niall. Niall. Niall. I got his number today and he got mine. He lives a few houses behind me. OH AND YAH, I almost forgot... Brent asked me out today!

I have a feeling I'll be writing in my diary more frequently.

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Well... Writers block sucks. Sorry this was so short x